Eat Taco Bell's New 'Beef Crunch Burrito'

I never eat at Taco Bell. Welp, the last time I did I was in college -- and that's been a while. So, when I saw a commercial for Taco Bell's new Beef Crunch Burrito -- with Flamin' Hot Fritos inside (seriously?!) -- I knew this would be some serious sh*t I'd never do.

Here it is right out of the drive thru window.

I could see the Fritos poking through the tortilla wrap.

Oh boy, here we so. 

Wait! I wanna cut this thing in half -- to be sure everyone sees the Fritos -- or whatever the grossness is.

The bite.

The judgment.

Okay. Ya know what? Not horrible. Basically it's beef burrito with crunch. So, sort of okay. Sort of spicy too (warning to all).

Will I ever order it again? Hello no.
Come on, people -- chips do not belong inside other foods. Riiiight?

Blah.

Two hours later the taste is still in my mouth.

Get My New Year's Tarot Reading

New Year's Resolution #1 - Get back to writing on this blog. And actually do it! I have learned over the past year it's hard to force myself to do something I really don't want to do ... and this has been my excuse. But, I gotta suck it up. I wanna give it another go.

So, to kick off the New Year, I find a nice little invite in my Gmail for a free tarot reading from Tarot.com. Normally this is something I would immediately click 'delete,' but I wanted to make change. So, I did it. And here's what I got ....

Okay, so.... I really not sure what to get out of this but ... it can't be good that I got The Devil, riiiight?

The only other time in my life when I had a tarot card reading, the reader literally stared at the table and was like ... "Hmmm this is very confusing. Not sure what to make of this."  Welp, fan-freakin-tastic.

So, by just looking at this I'm seeing similar contradictions ... 2011 should be a wild ride.

Craft My Halloween Costume

What could possibly go wrong??? ... Ehhhh...

Can anyone guess what this mess could possibly be???

Crash a Hotel Pool

I had the day off. I don't have a pool in my apartment building. I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Yes, that's right. I walked into a hotel I had no business being at, acted like I belonged, and went right up to the rooftop pool. Unlike Vegas, there were no guards at the door. So, I entered the pool, grabbed a lounge char, towel and made myself at home.

Ordered a margarita.

Made friends with some flight attendants from Houston.

And relaxed.

Btw. I do have two feet. This picture is bizarre.

Be a Crazy World Cup Super Fan

I have been dragged to bars to watch football, hockey and even college basketball, but never soccer.  So Saturday afternoon's outing to my neighborhood bar for the USA vs. Ghana World Cup game was my first.

All I can say is, man, have I been missing out. This was a televised gaming experience like no other. Sure at normal football games there's cheering but these drunks took cheering to a whole new level. Not only did they cheer but ... they sang songs!  I had no idea! Sing-a-long songs! Made up ones and classics -- even awkward performances of "America The Beautiful." Drunks singing "America The Beautiful" = comic gold.

I enjoyed this crew, especially for the uber-generous free shots of Patron being passed around (no rail liquor here).

... and this is when we lost.
lol. jk.

This dude was my favorite. He liked to scream "American" -- followed by a cheer of "F*ck YEAH!"and then him singing along for another 15 minutes. I have been told it's from the movie "Team America." Watching this movie would have to be a whole other post.

My only regret about going to this World Cup game ... not wearing my red, white and blue bikini. (Thanks a lot, Steve.)

Get a Hair Cut at Supercuts

Okay, so it was only my bangs but seriously, having the guts to even walk in this place took me 3 months to stir up. You have to understand, I am a believer in spending money on hair -- good hair. And even stepping into Supercuts made me feel like I was hard-core cheating (like worse than Tiki Barber and Jesse James combined!) on my hairstylist. (Marianne, please forgive me). Eeek.

So, the review? Holy sh*t that was cheap! I gave Estelle an extra tip just because I felt like I was ripping her off. So, she didn't have the fancy scissors Marianne usually uses -- to sculpt and texturize ... but all in all, I survived. They did look different to me. Sure, no one noticed but .... maybe people were trying not to hurt my feelings?

KFC's Double Down Chicken 'Sandwich'

I went to a KFC. I ordered the new "Double Down."

This is what KFC says it looks like.

This is what it really looks like -- oozing cheese and a secret beige-colored sauce.

Ooooo. Looks sooo yummy. Lick. Lick.

Upon further examination: the inside top portion.

Please note: the dangly blanket of processed cheese (flavor: unknown).

The back-end.

Contemplating my arteries and future bypass surgery.

(Hoping my aerobics instructor doesn't see this)

Eeek.

Ack.

The bite. Crunch. Crunch. Ooze.

It made a noise.

Okay.
I'm doing this -- channeling my Gail Simmons, a la "Top Chef" and examining the flavor profile. 

Hmmmmm. Having trouble getting over the noise elements.

Ehhhhh. Enjoying the special sauce.

Slimy.

Surprisingly scrumptious. I mean, what's not to like about fat and more fat and even more fat,  plus salt. I dunno why people had such a problem with this thing? Who needs the bread, anyway?! 

15 minutes later -- "Double Down." More like, doubled over.

Zing.

Visit The Bunny Museum

Did you know there was a Bunny Museum? Me either. Well, not sure I would call it a 'museum,' but there is a residential home full of 26,000 things bunny-related in Pasadena, CA.

Once I arrived at the street location of The Bunny Museum, it was not hard to figure out which house it was.

I was immediately welcomed by a Bunny Lady, the owner of the museum/collection, who told me to leave my purse outside --  wouldn't want to steal bunnies! I was then asked if I would like the tour -- I said, uh, yeah. Otherwise, we would be just hanging out in your home, right?

 This was the bunny that started the whole collection (please take note of the glass case). A Valentine's Day bunny the Bunny Lady received for Valentines's Day. Then every Valentine's Day since she and her husband would exchange bunnies. Today, her and her husband exchange a bunny ... every. single. day! (I wonder if Peeps count?)

The Bunny Lady holds the world record for most bunnies under one roof.

There were a lot of bunnies.

Stuffed bunnies.

Snow globe bunnies.

Famous bunnies.

Dirty bunnies.

This is the Garden of Broken Dreams.

This was the backyard.

This used to be a bunny.
 

A horror movie or The Bunny Museum? 

Like I said, a lot of bunnies.

 

But oddly, only three real bunnies.
(I brought them bananas, thanks Mike Kelly.)

I was offered the opportunity to puchase a postcard, but I declined.

After saying my goodbyes, I was told to "Have a Hoppy Day."

Wear Pajama Jeans to Dinner

You know you wanted to try them -- well, I did!! My very own, extremely over-priced Pajama Jeans arrived yesterday (with free t-shirt) and I immediately threw them on for a test drive.

Pajama Jeans! Looks like the real thing, right? Riiiight? Okay, hell no.

Pajama Jeans at a Japanese restaurant!!!

The review: They may look semi-like jeans but the outside fabric feels gross (inside = snuggle bunny). I bought a size large, because I enjoy a comfy pant -- but that was not the right decision. The waist band is so large, I could barely keep my pants up on the walk to dinner. Many little Japanese ladies saw some thong thong thong thong.

Will I wear them again? Hell yeah! Welp, I am going to need a belt. But there's gotta be a way to rock these to Ralph's.

I mean, what could be better than going straight from dinner to bed? No clothing change required. And any opportunity to eat out wearing an elastic waistband (incognito, of course), is a go for me.

Roughing It at the Movie Theater

One of the hardest situations I've had to battle -- without Diet Coke. I did it. I ordered ... ugh ... water at the movie theater. WTH!? Yup. Popcorn and water.

Day 12, still Diet Coke free.

Appreciate Nature

Korean Karaoke

I don't understand karaoke. Why would anyone want to be subjected to horrible singers belting out songs when you can just stick an ice pick in your ear? For this reason, when my friends suggested we all go to Korea Town for karaoke, I gotta say ... was not thrilled.  I knew immediately this meant the day after would be one spent incredibly hung over -- really, the only way to survive karaoke night.

And for those of you who are not familiar with Korea Town karaoke -- this is the kind of karaoke where you rent a room and for 5 hours straight friends sing songs ... one after the next, no stopping. No place to go. No other random patrons, like in a bar, to be distracted by. Just singing. Lots and lots of very very loud singing, crazy strobe lights, flashing tambourines and insane Korean-produced videos, which accompany each song. It's like an epilepsy-victim's worst nightmare.

It's pretty insane. So, I went. I drank. I drank some more. And then ... the anti-Karaoke queen ... SANG!!!!! Okay, so, I did sing with my bf Steve, but I did get up there and do it and ... I am pissed that no one took a picture. So, I can't even prove it! But I did -- I sang Outkast's "Hey Ya" and Seal's "Kiss from a Rose." Two stellar picks, in my opinion.

Two highlights from the evening. #1) Mike singing "Bootilicious" and 2) A closing group perfmance of "We are the World." Upon leaving someone mentioned going back next month. No way. This is the kind of thing you can only handle once every 3 years.

And yes, the day after did include much-needed carbs and milkshakes.